So at work we’re moving into territory where I have absolutely no idea how to do what needs to be done. No big deal right? I mean, that’s what coworkers are for, they can handle the stuff that I don’t know how to do. Therein lies the value of a diversified organization. Sadly, I don’t work for a diversified organization. I am one of three employees, and while this does offer certain benefits (I can listen to whatever music I want to), there are also many pitfalls. My boss is the owner, and our sales and marketing employee is his wife. That leaves me for pretty much everything else. In the past I’ve been asked to do things where I didn’t have a clue as to how to do it, and things have turned out okay. I build a large scale content management system and it worked. That was a bonus and I didn’t have a friggin’ clue what I was doing when I got into it.
Today though I have to set up and administrate our companies new server. Luckily, I know about as much about server administration as I know about car repair and brain surgery. I feel that this might end badly for the Keith. When told “we need you to do this” did I say no? Alas, I replied “I don’t have a clue how, but I can try”. Dammit. I’m currently trying. It goes…. not well. I’ll just assume that I can figure it out, and if somehow this works I’ll declare myself to be invincible and declair war on all nations. Take that Tajikistan!
Also of note is that I now own a hole and some cement forms! Alright! If they keep this up I’ll be owning some concete any day now. Then it’s only a matter of time until I own walls, floors, and several of the other luxuries included with most homes. Then I can get out of Bayhood and not have to worry about my car getting broke into every night. Also, I’ll have a garage so I won’t have to scrape my windows every morning. I hate scraping my windows when I’m already cold and grumpy. I also hate having to walk outside in the cold to get to my car. I want to walk into my insulated (but not heated) garage, get into my frost free car, and drive to work. That reminds me of the Simpsons “Garage? Well lah dee dah”. “Why, what do you call it?”. “A car hole”.
Brilliant. I’d have to say that Moe and Milhouse are my favorites. “He said radical, but I say radical. It’s my thing that I say. I FEEL LIKE I’M GOING TO EXPLODE”.
I’ve had pizza every day since my wife left. I checked this morning and there are definate signs of man titty. I must hit the gym tonight, but I won’t. I have to work. Also, I just proofread this blog for any obvious stupidity and realized that it makes absolutely no sense. I blame communism.
EH!
